Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 768 Devouring Ghosts Evolution: Money Can Connect Ghosts
With spiritual energy emanating from Gao Dongxu's fingertips, the Ghost Seal suddenly awakened, its eerie light swirling.

In an instant, the temperature in the magnificent hotel lobby plummeted, and a chilling wind howled, as if an invisible portal had been opened. Blurry, distorted figures struggled to emerge from the void, quickly solidifying.

Those were twenty ghost soldiers clad in tattered armor, wielding rusted longswords and cracked shields. None of their bodies were intact; some were missing arms or legs, others had their chests ripped open, and what was exposed was not flesh and blood, but rather surging, pitch-black resentment.

Only within those pupils, two eerie green flames burned fiercely, filled with a pure yearning for living souls and yin energy. They stood silently in formation, their broken weapons dragging on the carpet, emitting a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Finally, a ghostly general appeared, his hooves thundering like muffled thunder. He rode a tall, monstrous horse, the same green flames burning in its eye sockets, breathing out icy, frosty breath.

The ghost general held a long spear, and the ghost fire in his eyes flickered unusually brightly, even carrying a hint of cold wisdom as he surveyed the battlefield, making him even more oppressive than when he appeared before.

The ghost messengers of the revolving lantern changed their expressions drastically. The yin energy flowing around them became involuntarily stagnant in the face of this pure battlefield killing aura.

Park Joong-gil, the head of the extradition management team, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his face becoming extremely solemn. He suppressed his fear and said in a deep voice, "As long as you hand over the camera and the ghost messenger, I will immediately return Annie and White Rose's souls and restore them to their former state..."

"Devour them—"

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Dongxu grinned and gave the ghost soldiers and generals a deadly order.

As soon as the order was given, the green flames in the ghost soldiers' eyes suddenly surged, almost overflowing their eye sockets.

They remained silent, yet moved with astonishing efficiency, forming groups of three and transforming into afterimages, carrying with them a chilling wind as they fiercely attacked the nearest ghost messengers!

The ghost general spurred his horse, and the ghostly horse, with heavy and oppressive steps, "clatter...clatter...clatter...", slowly approached Park Joong-gil, whose face was extremely ugly.

The Moon Spirit Tree's domain shimmered, completely locking down the space. The Ghost Messengers' renowned teleportation abilities were rendered useless, leaving them only able to rely on their superhuman speed and their resilient physiques tempered by Yin energy to withstand the attack.

In an instant, figures crisscrossed in the hall, and the flashes of swords clashed with the strange energy blades in the hands of the ghost messengers, producing explosions that were either sharp or muffled.

The ghost soldiers summoned by Gao Dongxu were all veterans who had survived countless battles in life, and after death they transformed into ferocious spirits who only knew how to kill. Their moves were devoid of any fancy tricks; every slash, thrust, and block was efficient and deadly, a battlefield combat technique where life was exchanged for life, and injury for life.

Moreover, they are already inanimate objects, devoid of pain and fear. When their shields are knocked away, they use their mutilated bodies to withstand the attack, all in order to send the rusty knife in their hands into the opponent's soul.

The ghost messengers of the revolving lantern were indeed well-trained and exceptionally strong. Even when facing three opponents alone, they could barely hold their own thanks to their exquisite teamwork and high-speed movement. They could even occasionally hit the ghost soldiers, causing their souls to tremble.

However, they soon succumbed to despair. One of the ghost messengers managed to sever the arm of a ghost soldier holding a knife with an energy blade, but the ghost soldier seemed oblivious. Instead, he seized the opportunity to pounce, opening his blood-red maw, which gradually solidified from its illusory state, and bit down hard on the ghost messenger's neck!

"Ah—!" A piercing scream shattered the hall.

What the ghost soldiers were tearing apart was not flesh and blood, but pure, condensed Yin energy! The ghost messenger's body became thinner and dimmer at a visible speed. The ghost soldiers, on the other hand, devoured this "nourishing" energy as if savoring an unparalleled delicacy, and its mutilated body even began to solidify slightly.

This seemed to be a signal. More ghost soldiers abandoned their weapons and charged forward fearlessly, tearing at the enemy with their claws and teeth. Screams echoed throughout the hall as clusters of pure Yin energy were forcibly torn from the ghost messengers and greedily devoured. The battle instantly transformed into a gluttonous feast.

On the other side, Gao Dongxu seemed detached from the situation, leisurely walking behind the hotel's elegant bar. His gaze swept over the wine cabinet, and he selected a bottle of red wine that looked expensive. He skillfully opened it and poured the deep red liquid into a crystal goblet.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then sat comfortably in a European-style armchair, crossed his legs, and watched the fight between Park Joong-gil and the Ghost General as if he were watching a wonderful drama.

Park Joong-gil's strength truly matched his position. He moved with ghostly speed, leaving afterimages in his wake. His body was filled with surging magical power, constantly condensing Yin energy shields or releasing shockwaves to deflect and dodge the powerful spear thrusts of the ghost generals.

Each swing of the spear was accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through souls. Although Park Jung-gil was in a sorry state, he always managed to dodge fatal attacks at the last second, and even occasionally managed to get close to the horse's body. His fierce counterattacks forced the ghost general to turn his spear back to defend.

However, when he heard his men's shouts of battle turn into mournful screams on the verge of fading away, he was shocked and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

One glance was enough to make his eyes widen in fury!
He saw his men being pinned to the ground by those terrifying ghost soldiers, torn apart and devoured like wild beasts. Pure Yin energy was being ripped off and consumed like flesh and blood. The desperate and painful look in the eyes of one of his men before he completely dissipated pierced his heart.

Devouring demons!

A terrifying word, almost forgotten over the long years, suddenly exploded in his mind! These were not ordinary summoned creatures; they were demons consecrated through rituals, feeding on their own kind!
Overwhelmed by boundless terror, Park Joong-gil was instantly consumed. He lost all will to fight, feinted an attack, and then violently retreated, wanting nothing more than to escape this hellish hall. "Trying to leave?" Go Dong-wook chuckled, his left hand still holding a cigarette, while his right hand flicked out a bronze bell—the Three Pure Ones Bell.

He infused his spiritual energy and gently shook his wrist.

"Ring ring—ring ring—ring ring—"

The crisp yet eerie ringing wasn't loud, but it was incredibly penetrating, instantly drowning out all other noises and precisely piercing into Park Joong-gil's ears, reaching deep into his soul!
Park Joong-gil's retreating figure suddenly froze, stopping in place like a puppet on strings. His eyes instantly became empty and dull, and all his thoughts and actions were put on pause.

Although that moment of stunned silence lasted only a brief instant, it was enough for the battlefield.

When his unfocused gaze refocused, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain that pierced through the core of his soul. He looked down in disbelief and saw the mottled spear tip protruding from his chest, the ghostly aura wrapped around the spear frantically eroding his very essence.

The next moment, the ghost general raised his arm and impaled his entire soul on the spear tip! Then the spear was withdrawn, and the ghost general's large hand, covered in tattered iron armor, shot out like lightning and grabbed Park Jung-gil's throat.

"Click——"

A crisp, chilling cracking sound rang out. The light in Park Joong-gil's eyes dimmed completely.

The green flames dancing in the ghost general's eyes showed unparalleled excitement. Without the slightest hesitation, it lowered its head, opened its huge mouth, revealing illusory yet sharp teeth capable of tearing apart souls, and bit down hard on the broken neck of Park Joong-gil!

The frenzied devouring began. The ghost general's body became increasingly solid and terrifying at a visible speed.

Gao Dongxu sipped his red wine, smiling as he admired the cruel yet beautiful scene. Amidst the swirling smoke, his smile grew increasingly enigmatic and unfathomable.

Standing on the second-floor platform of the hotel, Zhang Manyue, who had changed her clothes again, felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the terrifying scene of ghost soldiers and generals frantically devouring ghosts in the lobby below.

Sitting at the bar, Gao Dongxu looked up at her. Their eyes met, and Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of amazement and admiration as he smiled and said, "How many outfits have you changed into? Are you dressed as a widow? Hmm, it's quite charming."

"Pah—I have a lot of clothes, what's it to you—" Zhang Manyue rolled her eyes charmingly, her bright red lips parted slightly, and she said haughtily.

"Hehe, from now on, if you follow me, you can buy all the clothes you like and you won't have to worry about money anymore," Gao Dongxu chuckled.

Zhang Manyue's beautiful eyes lit up, and the next moment, her figure disappeared, appearing in front of the bar in the lobby. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Gao Dongxu and said, "Really? I not only like fancy clothes, but also luxury cars and gourmet food. Can you satisfy all my needs?"

"As long as you make me happy, none of these are problems—" Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and smiled ambiguously, then patted his thigh, gesturing for Zhang Manyue to sit down.

Zhang Manyue's pretty face flushed slightly. She rolled her eyes at Gao Dongxu, poured herself a glass of champagne, took an elegant sip, and said, "Words are meaningless. Who knows if you're really rich or just pretending?"

"Snapped--"

Gao Dongxu tossed a gold bar onto the bar, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "I have eight tons of gold alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Manyue snatched the gold bars from the bar in a flash. The next second, she was sitting on Gao Dongxu's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. A shy and charming smile appeared on her fair face, and her beautiful eyes blinked affectionately at Gao Dongxu as she gently pleaded, "Can I have a ton? I want to display them in my room..."

Gao Dongxu chuckled, reached out and pinched her delicate, fair chin. Looking at her small, pretty face so close to his, he lowered his head and kissed her fiery red lips, greedily beginning to take them.

Zhang Manyue's body stiffened at first, her beautiful eyes widened, and she subconsciously tried to push Gao Dongxu away. However, she quickly closed her eyes with rapid breathing, slumped into Gao Dongxu's arms, and let him do as he pleased.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Gao Dongxu looked at Zhang Manyue's alluring eyes and her incredibly beautiful, flushed face and laughed, "When we go to the Celestial Empire, I'll let you sleep on a mountain of gold every day."

"Go to China?!" Zhang Manyue, who felt like she was about to melt, was slightly taken aback and looked at Gao Dongxu with a slight frown, asking uncertainly.

(End of this chapter)